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Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

0 posted 2003-01-03 09:25 AM

This poem seems that it has no closure, but nothing's coming. What do you think, can it stand as is?But then again, maybe I should just toss the whole thing. ;o}

two-thousand and three
has come for thee and me
it’s hard to believe
can’t we have reprieve?

must we older become
is that rule of thumb
I guess when one considers
the cessation of the figures

that mark off degrees of living
we find us more forgiving
to accept the ages mounting
but then who’s really counting

we’re only as old as we feel
so we try to keep our zeal
and let no one close enough
to sneak in a pinch or touch

for then we’ll keep a mystery
of just how old we feel to be
as we check in to getting botox
and dream of being a fox

so let the years pile on
we’ll rejoice in each dawn
revel in each lovely night
bathing in its starry light

Whether on the shoal or on the shore,
I'll seek the lighthouse evermore.